singer of the so-called director of love

She lost weight.The shadows under his eyes cast abruptly on his pale skin.The most glaring thing is the scar on the right cheek, not deep, but with a light stroke, it seems to be scratched on Lan Bing's heart.

Lan Bing reached out and gently stroked the skin at the end of her scar, stroked her temples, slid along the hair from the ear to the tip of her hair, and finally held a lock of soft hair in the palm of her hand.

Could it be that the farthest distance between them is no longer as far as her eyes can see...

Shui Le felt that she was awakened by hunger, but when she opened her eyes, she was confused by the scenery in front of her.She saw Lan Bing's beautiful face and the fascinating look on her face.How could she see it?

"Are you awake?" Lan Bing smiled dotingly and waited for her to slowly accept the reality before asking softly.Because she hasn't spoken for a long time, her voice seems to be slowly rubbing against a rough metal surface, and every trace of her voice is exciting.

Shui Le didn't answer, just looked at her silently.It was obvious why she appeared here at this time in such a manner.

After a long time, until Lan Bing sighed with a smile and gently held her hand, Shui Le said slowly: "I'm fine, really."

Lan Bing didn't refute, but stroked her hair reassuringly, then stood up, walked to the door and opened it under Shui Le's puzzled eyes.

"Lele..." Standing outside the door were Ian and Ye Xiaotong. The latter looked into the door cautiously and called Shui Le's name in a soft tone like never before, as if afraid of disturbing her too loudly.

Ian just stood there, took a deep look at Shui Le from a distance, then turned and left, Shui Le racked his brains, and finally made Ye Xiaotong, who was apologizing for death, laugh before he brought the doctor from the crew. .

"Miss Lele is in good physical condition, but she has been exercising too much, and she will be fine after a few days of rest. If she feels extremely tired or even nauseated and has no appetite in the past two days, it is a normal reaction. There are also body aches, especially her legs, which need to be massaged Help restore muscle energy." Perhaps in order to make himself look more professional and reliable, the doctor uncle announced the results of the examination with a serious expression, and finally added earnestly, "However, it is best not to happen again, some sports injuries may have a lifelong impact."

The last sentence was very lethal, Shui Le faced six sharp gazes, insisted on smiling and invited the doctor out, "Thank you, I'm sorry~"

Ian followed the doctor out, and took away Ye Xiaotong who wanted to give water and hot porridge. There were only two people left in the room.

This was just one of the countless times they were alone, but it was the first time that Shui Le was at a loss in front of Lan Bing, her eyes didn't know where to look.Because this time Lan Bing didn't say a word, but looked at her without blinking, as if he was planning a... honest meeting.

did i sleep for a long timeNonsense, it took more than ten hours to fly from city B to here, and before she woke up, she must have been by my side for more than a half hour.

Do you want to take a break?It's too fake, she looks like she has something to say, it's so obvious.

How do you know me... This is typical chatter, okay?

Therefore, sometimes words are really weak.But she had to do something to destroy this frightening atmosphere.

So Shui Le propped up her upper body, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.She didn't feel tired, nor did she feel sore all over, so when she found that her legs could hardly use any strength, she had time to fall into Lan Bing's arms.

Lan Bing was taken aback by her at first, quickly grabbed her into his arms, felt the weight of her hanging on his body, and suddenly smiled, "Hehe, this posture is just right~" Then he took this posture Stand still, lock her in his arms, and look into her eyes with a smile.

Shui Le didn't struggle, it was too close!real.The vibration of that chuckle was on her chest, and the breath of that sentence was entangled in her breath.For the first time, there was no hazy night, no awakening from a big dream, she approached her soberly and straightforwardly, clasped her shoulders with both hands, met her eyes but saw her own reflection in her eyes.

Lan Bing didn't stay silent, she nodded slightly again, the tip of her nose almost touched Shui Le's, she never looked away from her from the beginning to the end, she said: "I was drunk that day."

"……Um."

"Did I say something?"

"No."

"Then," Lan Bing flickered his eyes, and moved his gaze down an inch as if involuntarily, as if bewitched, "What did I do?"

Shui Le didn't dare to look her in the eyes anymore.

"No, your wine taste is very good ~ I almost thought you were just asleep, and you are very good when you are drunk, do you know that? You are really good ~ good wine—"

Lan Bing kissed her.

It was a very shallow kiss, so shallow that it can only be described as "kiss".He just pressed his lips against hers lightly, and after a few seconds of stillness, he parted, and returned to looking at her like that.

Shui Le felt that she lost her mind during those few seconds, she wasn't even sure what really happened just now, or there was nothing just now... "You really—"

This time, Lan Bing didn't leave any room for her.

She first licked her lips carefully, feeling her unstoppable trembling in her arms, and then drove straight between her teeth almost effortlessly.God!She really is the first time...

So this kiss, which has been suppressed by infinite affection until now, did not explode into a fiery plunder, but became more persistent, delicate and long.She patiently teased the tip of her tongue little by little, being extremely gentle, until she felt clumsy and almost lost her breath.

Lan Bing finally left her lips, but only at a distance of half a centimeter, the breath was too sticky, and finally couldn't help but licked her wet lower lip forcefully.Shui Le completely lost the strength to cling to her.

She was drawn by her fiery gaze, and had nowhere to hide, so she could only pant and look back at her, her eyes were misty but extremely clear.

This kind of amorous feelings made Lan Bing's already warm heart unbelievably soft.So she slowly broke into a smile, looked straight into her eyes with the firmest gaze she could, and sighed, "I was going to do something by getting drunk, but I didn't expect to be screwed by myself Is it..."

Really, so... fucking gentle.She didn't seem to say anything, but it seemed like she had made an eternal oath.

Shui Le's eyes became hot, and she had the urge to cry. She felt that all her persistence was drained in an instant, as if all the confusion, confusion, resistance and doubt about love had been answered at once.

She closed her eyes, hooked her neck with all her strength, buried her head in the socket of her shoulders, and deeply smelled the smell of her collarbone, not looking at her expression that seemed to capture the whole world...

Ian leaned on the window sill at the end of the corridor of the hotel, watching Ye Xiaotong laughingly and helplessly while crying "Woo~" while pouring his tears into the bowl of hot porridge in his hand, and finally couldn't help but let out his disgust. "Yezi, others will think that I have done something to you..."

Ye Xiaotong was indifferent, and gave Ian a look of "you don't understand my mood", and continued to cry happily.

Ian sighed, and changed his rhetoric, "If you don't bring food to your Jialele, she will starve to death."

"That's right!" Sure enough, Ye Xiaotong miraculously stopped crying as if waking up from a dream, and walked towards that room.

Ian raised his forehead and asked from a distance: "Are you sure you don't want to change a bowl of porridge?"

Ye Xiaotong slammed on the brakes, walked back a few steps, pressed the elevator and went down.

Ian watched the number of the elevator change constantly, stopped at a certain floor, and walked up again after a while, then lifted his footsteps and walked slowly to Shuile's room. When he passed the elevator, there was a "ding" sound, and Ye Xiaotong called out. Stepping out, "Huh? Wait for me!"

Walking to the door of the room, Ian stretched out his hand to twist the door handle, Ye Xiaotong exclaimed in a low voice like a thief, "You won't knock?"

Ian withdrew his hand and asked calmly, "Didn't you knock just now?" That's why I saw something I shouldn't have seen and cried like a dog...

"I, that's—"

"Ye Zi, if you don't bring porridge in, I'll starve to death!!" Ye Xiaotong hadn't finished hesitating when the voice of Shui Le came from inside the door.

Ian opened the door, "You were so angry with that sentence just now, I thought you drank ten bowls of porridge~"

"Normal people don't know how to drink ten bowls of porridge, Ian, please be more logical next time."

"I don't want to discuss logic with a 'hyperactive' patient." Ian narrowed his eyes dangerously, and his words carried a strong sense of warning.

Shui Le immediately became honest, and unconsciously glanced at Lan Bing who was smiling slightly, took the porridge from Ye Xiaotong's hand and drank it slowly like a good baby.The whole room suddenly fell silent.

"By the way!" Ye Xiaotong was unwilling to be lonely, and said like a treasure: "Lele, the last one you shot is over. Director Zhou Chi said that you can rest for a whole week!"

"One week, so much? In fact, I have nothing to do, and then—"

"I also think it's too much." Ian said with a calm face, Ye Xiaotong looked at him incredulously, before he had time to refute, he heard him continue to say calmly, "In this case, it is logical to rest for a month or two Well, what do you think?"

"Oh, actually, I think a week is pretty good..." I buried my head and continued to drink porridge...

Lan Bing chuckled, stood up, glanced at Ian, and left the room first.

Ian followed, walked behind Lan Bing, and returned to the window sill at the end of the corridor.Neither of them spoke, looking at the monotonous scenery outside the window that could not be called a scenery, silent.

"Isn't Zuo Jie filming?" Finally Lan Bing asked.

"Ah."

"Go back, I'll take care of her these few days."

Ian raised his eyebrows, "Compared to the actor's manager, the director seems to be more important to a crew, right?"

"But to me, she is more important than any crew." Lan Bing said lightly, but Ian knew that nothing could measure the weight of these words.

"Well. I'm leaving tomorrow."